Still.

Lemont, Ranunculus in a Small Vase, Undated

A Poetic Romance 

BOOK I
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

- John Keats, from "Endymion"